Lucky

You see the bruises on
the battered and fragile women
and you just stare.

You feel lucky it's not you.

You pass up the old man
at the corner who begs
for a hot meal but you don't care .

You feel lucky it's not you.

You hear screams of pain
from the wounded
war heroes but you push the sounds away.

You feel lucky it's not you.

You see the druggie
down the street with dark eyes
filled with sadness but you think of him as a stray..

You feel lucky it's not you.

One day if you should ever
be in any of those situations
just hope that the person who sees you will not feel lucky.